Check out the ultimate guide to 16 return-to-work programs in India for women
“Hmmm. No one reacts when a woman gets beaten openly on the street, but the minute a woman starts hitting a man, out come the cameras.”
“So, how many TV channels have come over to interview you?” asked Ruby.
“None,” Sneha replied.
“Yes, I don’t think it is that important a news. If it had been a minister’s son I beat up then it might have caught the media’s attention, I believe. Or a celebrity may be”
“But the video went viral.”
“People are questioning its authenticity though. One single tiny girl beating up a burly man in public! Does not happen every day. Tell me, didn’t you feel scared beating up that man? Alone? He might have had friends in that crowd.”
Sneha kept her glass down on the table and looked at Ruby.
“Ruby, do you remember the time when I stayed cooped up in my apartment for days?”
“Yeah. And I also remember how you showed your strength that night when you booked a cab and went home alone at night.”
“That night came much later. Before that, there were many days and many nights when I was scared, lonely, afraid. I was afraid not only to go out, I was afraid to even staying alone in my own apartment. Every moment I felt someone was coming to break the door, pull me down, and do something horrible to me.”
“And yet you found the strength to come out of it, to face your demons.”
“If you think I am fearless today it is because I’ve been afraid. I have had my share of the scare. And I have tried to win over them. When I saw that man hitting that woman in front of everyone and people just watching, I just couldn’t stop myself from reacting. If the people who had saved me had just moved on that day without doing anything, that cab driver would have been successful in raping me.”
Ruby looked at Sneha. Sneha was a changed woman ever since that night. Not the night she was almost raped, but the night she had proved everyone wrong and found her strength to fight back. The night she had booked a cab at 2 am at night and went for a ride, just to prove to herself that she was not afraid of the world.
“And by the way don’t forget all the martial arts classes I have taken ever since. I am a black belt in karate now. And I never go out without my can of pepper spray. I knew I could handle that bully, am God remember.” Sneha winked at Ruby and picked up her glass again.
Image source: pexels
A voracious reader, a writer, a poet, a die-hard romantic, a dream enthusiast, a single mom. read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
If her MIL had accepted her with some affection, wouldn't they have built a mutually happier relationship by now?
The incident took place ten years ago.
Smita could visit her mother only in summers when her daughter had school holidays. Her daughter also enjoyed meeting her Nani, and both of them had done their reservations for a week. A month before their visit, her husband told her, “My mom is coming for 4-5 months!”
Smita shuddered. She knew the repercussions. She would have to hear sarcastic comments from her mother-in-law for visiting her mother. She may make these comments directly only a bit, but her servants would be flooded with the words, “How horrible she is! She leaves me and goes!”
Are we so swayed by star power and the 'entertainment' quotient of cinema that satisfies our carnal instincts that we choose to ignore our own subconscious mind which always knows what is right and what is wrong?
Trigger Warning: This has graphic descriptions of violence and may be triggering to survivors and victims of violence.
Do you remember your first exposure to an extremely violent act or the aftermath of a violent act?
I am pretty sure for most of us it would be through cinema. But I remember very vividly my first exposure to aftermath of an unbelievably grotesque violent act in real life. It was as a student at a Dental College and Hospital.
Please enter your email address